Porcupine Ridge A cada necio agrada su porrada.

No worries!

The black wolf appraised the loner, his gray eyes combing over the small, taut body. There was something a bit different about his look and his scent, but he could not place a paw on it, and it was not alarmed by it anyway. "Looking for something?" He asked with an arch brow, retaining his dominant posture, as the loner had yet to fully submit to him.